Chapter 151: 151 Tagged the Leader in the Group Chat to Bail You Out

Tushan Jiu put those three lollipops into her bag.

She turned to look at Zhou Yilan and asked, "Why are you so busy?"

Zhou Yilan flipped through the documents in her hand, then checked them against the spreadsheet on the computer, without looking up, she directly replied, "Mm, over the past two days, many ghosts have gone missing everywhere, and the data doesn't match the death registry on the Underworld's side."

Tushan Jiu frowned; to make the office this busy, the lost ghosts must be many.

Normally, a loss rate within three percent is normal, because some irresistible factors can cause newly formed ghosts to be unable to find the ghost gate.

Also, some ghosts whose seventh day has passed and who are unwilling to leave home, over time lose their memory and humanity, becoming what people call lonely souls and wild ghosts, drifting everywhere.

For such lonely souls and wild ghosts, the office also has a special department responsible for patrolling and capturing them, then uniformly sending them on the ghost carriage to return to the Underworld.

Tushan Jiu didn't ask further, "Alright, you go ahead and stay busy, I'll leave first; later I'll send you the information of the person who needs the Technique sealed, to your phone—remember to register it when you're done."

The computer for registration is not the one she has here, and the system cannot be accessed without her civil servant certification.

Zhou Yilan responded with an assent, "Okay, send it to me, and after I finish what I'm doing I'll register him."

"Alright." Tushan Jiu, afraid she'd forget, simply took out her phone and sent it ahead.

After sending it, she turned to leave, but someone called out to stop her.

"Little Jiujiu, give me a loving hug quick—I'm exhausted!"

Tushan Jiu didn't need to look; just hearing the voice she knew it was Lin Xiu'er.

As expected, when she turned around she saw Lin Xiu'er, her twin tails swaying like a wandering spirit, swaying over.

She had a faint bluish-black under her eyes; naturally as white as a doll, it made it more noticeable, a bit like a giant panda.

Combined with her hair, dyed Barbie pink at some point, it's just... so cool.

Actually, Tushan Jiu hasn't seen her since she last captured the black calamity.

Every time she comes, she either catches her out on field work, or she's at home catching up on sleep.

Their field work department's working hours are not fixed.

They mainly handle supernatural incidents that appear in ordinary people's lives, and some special capture operations—those that greatly affect the mortal world.

So most of the time their schedule is also reversed—busy times they're swamped, idle times they spend each day eating, drinking, playing, and strolling the streets.

But capturing lonely souls and wild ghosts is not their responsibility; those tasks belong to other departments.

The office's system is the same as most mortal government departments.

One radish, one hole—each to their own duty.

Although modern occult practitioners are few, and becoming an Underworld civil servant is hard to pass, each year new blood still joins; if duties aren't assigned properly, wouldn't it descend into chaos?

Tushan Jiu thought, she didn't know what position she'd be assigned to in the future.

She had no grand ambitions.

Suddenly, a idea sparked in her mind.

The old dog at the gate's time is almost up; he probably won't last much longer, so in his remaining time he should enjoy life—so could she apply......?

Just as she was thinking that, someone gave her a bear hug.

Lin Xiu'er giggled, "Little Jiu'er really is as soft as imagined, and smells nice—Xie Shiyu truly lives up to being a child of fate, otherwise how could he have found us such a fine fiancée? Oh, I'm so envious and jealous!"

Tushan Jiu smiled helplessly, patted her back, and said, "Thanks for the hard work, here's a calorie bomb for you."

Upon hearing that, Zhou Yilan, who had been stealing glances at Lin Xiu'er several times, couldn't hide her envious look.

Tushan Jiu, as if she had eyes in the back of her head, being held, turned her head halfway and said, "Lanlan gets a share too!"

Zhou Yilan opened her mouth: she could say she was envious, but could Lin Xiu'er really hold Tushan Jiu in her arms like that?

Forget it, can't hug her, but getting to eat the idol's offerings isn't bad either.

"Okie! Thanks, idol!"

Lin Xiu'er had enough fun, finally let go of Tushan Jiu.

She found a nearby spot to sit down, Tushan Jiu casually ordered takeout, then asked her, "What's the situation?"

Lin Xiu'er shook her head, "So far no cause found; those ghosts were all at the end of their natural lifespan, yet at the moment of leaving the body they inexplicably vanished."

Tushan Jiu frowned, but Lin Xiu'er seemed already accustomed to it.

She said, "It's because of this seventh-day gap, making it hard to investigate; nowadays who can keep a corpse past the seventh day? Without the corpse, any spell traces naturally disappear as well, so even if a sorcerer caused trouble, it's hard to find any clues."

If it really was a sorcerer who did this, describing it as destroying corpses and erasing tracks would be apt, Tushan Jiu thought.

After all, cold cases aren't only present in mortal police bureaus; the office has them too, and quite a few.

Without a medium, even if Tushan Jiu is a divine calculator, it's still just as hard to work out anything useful.

Lin Xiu'er exhaled a puff of stale air, "Forget it, let's not talk about those annoying matters—how's your KPI coming along?"

Tushan Jiu exclaimed, "How do you know that?"

Lin Xiu'er opened her mouth to speak.

Then a cheerful voice came from outside, "When I was delivering takeout, I saw you being taken away by police from a supermarket; I guessed you were reported for feudal superstition, so I tagged the leader in the group chat to come bail you out."

Tushan Jiu stared for a full two seconds, then sincerely said, "Thank you."

To think of having someone bail her out right away—this enthusiasm is something ordinary people lack.

Wang Dongqing bared his teeth, wanting to scratch his head, feeling rather embarrassed, but he was holding milk tea and cake, so he didn't put them down.

He also had no way to contact the leader, so he could only reach the group chat staff, and without thinking much he directly tagged Zhou Yilan in the group chat.

But later, upon reflection, he realized that by tagging everyone, they all now knew that Fellow Daoist Tushan had been arrested by the police.

Although this is routine for them, it still ends up being laughed at.

He wanted to explain, but Tushan Jiu and Lin Xiu'er had already stood up and walked over to receive the takeout.

Tushan Jiu also praised him, "Fellow Daoist Wang, your delivery speed is truly not ordinary fast—I'll definitely give you a five-star rating later!"

Upon hearing praise, Wang Dongqing's mouth nearly split to his ears; he opened his mouth to say, "That's for sure—no one in this area can deliver takeout faster than him!"

But before he could say it, they heard Tushan Jiu continue with another sentence:

"If your ghost-catching speed could keep up with half of the food delivery speed, then last time you definitely could have surpassed Maomao fellow Daoist by a one-minute margin and taken second place."

"Wang Dongqing: "......""